Blackout poetry: The Unknown Degas and Renoir // september 2020
I bought a bunch of used art books for my birthday to cut up for collages. The other night I got to the end of The Unknown Degas and Renoir and decided to grab a sharpie and try out some blackout poetry on the table of contents.
It takes a surprisingly long time to find the pieces of something else in something that's already there. I'm no Austin Kleon, but it was therapeutic to puzzle these out. Who knows if they're any good. Done is better than perfect.